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  • 20111123-Weathery Ways

    At around noon-time, a nice chemtrail of fluffy, puffy clouds of popcorn was formed almost parallel to the southside of our home. There were lots of sylphs, too. Now the winds are blowing as I see the treetops and branches move outside my windows upstairs in the computer bedroom.

    Memo: 11/22/2011 12:23pm. Earlier that day, I noticed that two “old” chemtrails left behind an X-mark formation over Mt. Hamilton. It appeared so low to the green-colored hill and slightly to the left (or just north) and relative to our local parish.

    Memo: 11/20/2011 16:20pm. The sunshine came out at around 02:30pm and 03:00pm. I was talking to the parakeets near the sliding back door. I had placed Bugsy‘s old purple cage on the floor so that Winnie and Buddy could have some sunlight filtering through the double-vinyl door.

    Addendum:  Last edited by FLYNN on 20111123 at 12:52:34 PM PST. There are lots of low-lying, fluffy puffy clouds of whale clouds in the westward hills of the Bay Area. Also present are some, fluffy, puffy, clouds of rain coming from the west and in front of my bedroom window upstairs in the computer room, located in the “northwest” corner, by the way.

  • 20111119-Random Thoughts

    Here are my lazy notes via the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:

    15:55pm: While watching the GOP debate, I noticed the “common good” lady spoke at the microphone. She sat next to the guy in a pink shirt and pink tie. She was the same one who wouldn’t stop munching her chops.

    15:28pm: While watching the GOP debate, I noticed the host flicked out his tongue again.

    15:28pm: While watching the GOP debate, I noticed at 15:02pm the lady flicked out her tongue. She wouldn’t stop making “munching” motions with her mouth. She was sitting behind the host, relative to the camera.

    15:09pm: At around 14:00pm after Paw’s haircut by Maw and when Maw went to talk to Yeyo, who was caged alone to prevent the other parakeets from bothering her, Maw saw that a single egg on the bottom of the tray. Maw thought that the quiet time alone made Yeyo lay her egg.

    15:00pm: While watching the GOP debate on citizenlink.com, I noticed at 1459pm the host flicked out his tongue. It ran to the right corner of his mouth.

    12:05pm: While fixing my computer workstation upstairs, I saw someone walking in the divorced nutter’s backyard through my wooden blinds. She had her back turned towards me so I couldn’t see her face. But I did see that she had dark, salt and pepper hair, which went down past her shoulders and looked like a mess. She wore a black-colored arm sling on the left arm and a beige-colored, long-sleeved sweater. It could be the mother of the old-eyed, illegal ALIEN.

    09:08am: Maw said: “Super Committee” super sucks!

  • 20111116-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:

    18:17pm: Paw quoted the following while we ate dinner: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” I had a difficult time understanding his pronounciation as he repeated and spelled each letter slowly.

    13:55pm: I might have heard Yeyo lay and egg at 13:44pm because there was single high-pitched screen from somewhere. The last time I heard that was when the boy saw how Chin-Chin laid and egg with that same yelp.

    1345pm: At 1330pm, Fred and Carlos brought in our eight re-upholstered seats for the dining chairs, which looked good! They were so kind to have used their hand-held drilling tool to screw the seats back into the chairs of over four decades old. The dining room set was Made By SINGER FURNITURE DIVISION, P.O. BOX 511, LENOIR, NO. CAROLINA 28645 (M-1941 117-75). The cover was #835 GOLD (LOT 694 6300 412 SIDE CHR 760005001-7 1635).

    12;39pm: At 1230pm, the ATT completed their two and one-half hour of service to make us customers “happy”.

    10:48pm: At 1047am, Fred called my cellphone that our upholstered seats were finished and they would come after one o’clock to deliver the finished products.

    1035am: At 1035, the shorter AT&T guy seemed…

    1023am: At 1022am, the two roofers completed taking Paw’s big check.

    1014am: At 1012am, Erik and Ossy came over and made Paw sign the final paper work, including how Erik was on-site each and everyday. Ossy was so quite while Paw got stupid and loud with Erik.

    0946am: At 0946am, a third but black AT&T guy left the scene. I guess Garret would help fix our wiring problem. They saw how the wires were not done properly by the previous technician, who could have gotten in trouble if they continue to ask for a “second” assistance.

    0940am: The third guy from AT&T came.

    0925am: At 0924am, the AT&T guy informed Maw and I that an incorrect phone number was still connected to a second line, which I disconnected. Maw fumed that should have been fixed from the drop box at the time the service was disconnected. That line belonged to a number 295-xxxx.

  • Love, Dove quotes…

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone for quotes found inside the aluminum wrapper of dark chocolate — Love, Dove:

    11/12/2011 18:43pm: “You make everything lovely.”

    11/12/2011 12:48pm: “Dazzle your sense of flavor.”

    11/11/2011 13:48pm: “You don’t need and excuse. You just need a moment.”

    11/07/2011 20:26pm: “Keep your promises you made to yourself.”

    11/06/2011 18:30pm: “Take good care of yourself.”

  • Family location…

    At 15:33pm, I press the “Locate” button. Lo and behold the “first 15 day free” trial revealed a different mailing/home address! This is because I have the GPS service turned on during this “test”. Yikes! This is the second “service” that had the incorrect home number. Hmm!

    At 14:26pm, I signed up for this “Family Locator 15-day FREE trial. (It will be $5.00 per month after the trial period). It is accurate to 709 yards. This online service showed an address located in a general east by south east direction from our home. And I did NOT have the GPS service turned on at that time.

    As per my note via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 14:57pm, I located my “missing/lost” phone inside my car. It was wedged between the driver’s seat and the center console. It must have falled out of my LOOSE right pocket while I was moving my car from behind Paw’s Mazada Protege to behind the MB E430.

    Since then, I noticed that I was missing my cellphone. I kept saying the “St. Anthony Prayer”, looked high and low in Paw’s MB E430, inside my car, in my purse and Maw’s purse, inside my pants that I wore walking around the Great Mall, in the bathoom, in the computer and in my bedroom.

    I got on my hands and knees and scanned underneath the beds. Lo and behold, I found Shrimpsei’s second nano-pendant, dusted it off and immediately wore it around my neck, thinking that my nasal bug/post nasal drip of over THREE months would go away. I am still wondering where is the first nano-pendant so I could crochet its own caddie and necklace for wearing. Hiss!

    So while my phone has been found, the service/company does NOT pin-point accurately the whereabouts of the “missing/lost” cellphone phone. I am NOT totally disappointed, except the imagined dishonesty some people may have if they don’t turn in property that does NOT belong to them.

  • 20111108-Random Thoughts

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    Here are my notes via the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:

    11/08/2011 17:30pm: After getting up from my nap and before drifting off to unconscious land at 16:00pm, I had a thought about the East power going into the Devil‘s grinder head first. There is no scream but instantaneous death. The other thought was about the West power going into the Devil’s grinder leg first. There is unimaginable agony and the scream of a slow death.

    11/08/2011 13:35pm: After filling my stomach with a two entrée meal at Panda Express for lunch, I cracked open my fortune cookie. It read: “YOU MAY BE CALLED UPON TO HELP A FRIEND.” That in a “nut shell” is enough to tell me TPTB and pals won’t leave me alone. Paw showed me his fortune but it didn’t make sense.

    11/08/2011 09:10am: Yesterday, “El Rushbeau” was depressed. Today, he wants to leave. That means TPTB and pals are getting on his nerves, just like how the fat bastard has rode on my last nerve.

    11/07/2011 07:13am: In order to craft business solutions, chaos must be created. No wonder there is so many products and services available. But NONE are meant to last, not even memories to old age of dementia.

    11/06/2011 09:19am: When we were about to leave the garage and go shopping at DeCA for grocery, Paw wanted to use his MB E430. The boy didn’t like the smaller car because it was not as strong or safe as the larger call. Likewise, his big head is like the girl’s big ego. I recall how she lifted our new Dynex television monitor long ago and said: “It’s TOO SMALL.” The twit doesn’t realize that I wanted the smallest and lightest one available so when Maw or I dust the furniture it won’t be too heavy to lift.

  • 20111104-More Spooks

     

     

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    At 12:37am, the project manager called our land line and a few minutes later he was here to do pre-installation inspection for our leaky roof problem. He had Paw sign the papers and then at 2:11pm he was gone.

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/04/2011 at 09:08am, the sales consultant arrived at our home on 12:11pm yesterday. Maw exchanged stories with her wise words to make the old guy feel good.

    When I took some photos of our shingles at around 14:27pm and stood between Maw to my left and Dean to my right, he started loosing his voice! He coughed slightly a few times. I responded in “his language” by letting out a few frequencies of coughs and the clearing of my throat, assuming that he understood. I couldn’t tell if he was turning green but his buck teeth remained intact.

    By 3:00pm, he finished his sales pitch and sounded normal again.  As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/03/2011 15:11pm,  He left our home at 3:11pm. He was cordial enough to send me two emails regarding his thanks and the next step with Sarah and Eric and how his wife bought two persimmons ($0.59 each) from Trader Joe’s but were over ripe compared to our delicious one dozen persimmons from our backyard.

  • 20111029-Humor Time

    As per my old notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 10/29/2011 at 12:55pm, we were finished after eating lunch at Denny’s restaurant. Then Paw say a guy headed to the cashier. The guy was wearing a shirt and the back of the shirt read as:

    “The gas cost so much I cannot afford to fart.”

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    Later on today (11/01/2011) during lunch, I showed Paw my old note and he wondered if our fart would be taxable. I said that could be possible if we captured the gas in a jar. He laughed.

  • Editing categories…

    So I’ve been deleting and editing “Link Categories”. I’m trying to streamline how each Blogroll Links are categorized. Some appear under multiple headings and I don’t like that but that’s for the convenience of the reader. So far both my TBP and LWO are “cleaned-up”. I’ll keep my favorite links as “Yes” for “Visible.” Some links were once under the Blogroll Links and are duplicated under the Posts. So the description to each link are copied over to the posts.

  • 20110124-More Spooks

    At 04:20pm, the one-eyed, illegal ALIEN is powering up his circular saw softly. I’ve a feeling that the free standing “shed/patio/rented room” is being disguised by a LONG ladder that he lashed horizontally onto the facing wall to our shared fence with blue-colored cord. Yesterday evening there was a faint smell of paint coming from their backyard. I wonder what other “home/garden” improvement these people are doing without city code/approval.

    Last Saturday evening, lots of low rumbling vehicles were riding up and down MY long stretch of road. It could have been the creatures’ way of mourning their fallen motocycling comrade or something.

  • 20111009-More Spooks

    At 11:15pm or so, I heard a car revving up its engine and probably making rubber markings on the taxpayer‘s roads. Remember, we are ALL investors to some degree with any social welfare program being that of the government system (courtesy of the tax payers) and the same money being reinvested back in the private system of blings, sports and entertainments and then back again into the government system as a form of taxable revenue.

    At 11:06pm, I heard a slow-moving airplane, which I thought was a slow-moving blimp of some sort.

  • Can you think of any bloggers who frequently write in dramatic monologue mode?

    I do not know of any other bloggers, except me. But I do know of someone in the household who speaks in monotone. It’s Paw — the strong and silent one until bested and then loud vocalization and uncontrolled volume known as “Trourette’s disease” comes forth. You know the saying: “Beware of the quiet people.”

    “Get, there.”

    “Want, that.”

    “How come?”

    “Why?”

    “Huh?”

    “Wait!”

    “Tisk!”

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    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/09/22/the-dramatic-monologue/

    Can you think of any bloggers who frequently write in dramatic monologue mode? Can you go back and catch yourself revealing more about yourself indirectly than you really meant to? Or, if you’re looking for a writing prompt, can you come up with a dramatic monologue featuring a character from history (a common practice) or of your own devising?